Loves Labour Lost in Space...?
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Who: Amber, Keats
Where: A random corridor
When: After Amber stormed off
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Amber glared at the passers by, feeling like hurting everyone of
them, but not doing so becasue she wanted to sit in her quarters and
plan, out of the way of all the ignorant crewmembers.
John Keats, described as happy-go-lucky and as subtle as a half
brick, was feeling worried for his clandestine wife. For some reason,
after he came out from his power nap, she wasnt quite right, he
couldnt quite decide why. But, he knew that he'd have to try and calm
her down before, and he thinned his eyes as he thougth this, Dante
tried to, which is why hes currently trailing Amber to her quarters,
whilst planning what to say. She stopped in her tracks and turned
around on the spot.
"Johnathon Fredrick Keats, if you have something to say come out with
it. You always were awfull at talking about anything." She said as he
rounded the corner.
'Erk!'
'Erk? What the smeg does that mean?'
'I mean, umm' <think John, think!> 'I just wanted to say not to worry
about the simulation, it was designed to be unbeatable,'
'So you dont think i could take that thing then? is that it?'
'Its not that, its just...'
'Save it John!'
Amber clenched her fists in anger, the urge to hit this irritating
person was growing.
"You're problem id you don't know when to quit do you? You keep
coming back. Take a hint."
'Well.. look, you reember i said that id take you out for dinner
after this was all over, well.. I have.. i got some reservations to
Les Royale Niples, you know, seymours place if your still
interested...'
"I don't think i'd ever go out to dinner with you, even if you were
the last human left alive!" She spat at Keats, her rings burning a
psychological hole in her heart.
'Well.. um, that was brutaly honest....' A high pitched noise burned
his ear, It was Severn.
'Women troubles eh Keats? Want some help?'
'NO!' He shouted... Amber looked at him oddly.
'No what?'
'Umm.. sorry, i just uhh'
'Look.. use reverse psychology, shes expecting you to grovel to her,
so say that you got someone else!'
'What the hell?' He subvocalised.
'Trust me!'
'Ok... Well.. ok then Amber, if you dont want to go to dinner then,
il erm... il take someone else.. if thats ok with you...'
Something snapped inside Amber and she burned with fury.
"You cheating smeg!" She screamed, slapping Keats with such a force
that it made him stagger back a pace. A red hand print startd to form
on his cheak. Keats cursed himself for listening to Severn, what did
he know, had he ever SEEN a girl? Probably not...
'Woah.. sorry.. i dont know why i said that.. i erm... i dunno, thin
i said it out of confusion..?'
'Yeah, well theres a suprise, didnt take much did it'
She turned and restarted her storming off.
'Hey.. wait... please?'
"What makes you think I should give an adulterous ass like you the
time of day?" She asked, working up to another slap.
Keats managed to duck away from the blow, the previous one stang.
'Hey.. im not cheating on you! Why would i... and hey.. how could
i... i mean.... i dont know hwat i mean, only that i want to be with
you and no other'
He was digging at straws, he knew what he wanted to say, but couldnt
because... well, he didnt know why...
'Just tell her you love her, moron'
'Shuttit Severn....' he began, but the line wasnt on, Severn hadnt
said that. He felt a small body move around in his top pocket.
'look... I.. I' he closed his eyes and tried to force the words out.
"Have you got that damn rat with you again? Give it here so I can
wring its sodding neck." She growled reaching towards the pocket with
Quil in it. Amber made a grab for it, but Keats knocked her hand away.
'Hey! Don't hurt him! He's done nothing to hurt you!'
Quilibert escaped through a hole it had chewed in Keats pocket round
to the back of his coat and jumed out, darting away to a nearby air
vent.
"That doesn't make me any less incline to kill it." She snapped
watching the furry rodent leap into the vent. Keats was angerd by
this, a feeling he hadnt had for a while yet...
'Look, killing things isnt the be all and end all of life. Just
because your feeling pissed off doesnt mean everyone else is
collateral! And if your pissed off because you lost the game, then it
really says something about you, and if its something else, then tell
me so i can try and sort it out, but dont expect everyone to run to
your aid everytime you go smegging psycho on us, because if you think
they weill, then babe, your living in a dream!'
Amber clenched her fists again, repeatedly making balls of them and
then relaxing, her black eyes fashed with total malice.
"If I want to kill something I smegging well will. You must be the
one who is psycho, i'm perfectly fine, it's the rest of you who are
nut jobs. The game was just a trigger, I will get all of you back for
that. And, DO NOT CALL ME BABE!" She ripped the chain from around
herneck and thrust it at Jon, rings and all "If there was anything
ever between us, or there ever was a chance of it, consider it gone."
She let go of the chain and it fell to the floor, scattering the two
rings. She stormed off leaving Keats. John looked at the rings, he
bent down to pick them up, and halted. He tried to say those three
words again.
'I..I.. Im a fool...' He slumped back against the wall and looked
vacantly at the ceiling. Quilibert came out of hiding, scooped up the
rings and put them in Johns pocket before nuzzling his chin.
<Fin!>
Loves labour lost in space? Is this the end of the KEats.... i dunno,
i just type here!